" This day is call'd the birthday of Tallhat.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Tallhat.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say today is Tallhat's day.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Tallhat's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Willmark the Dark Lord, Nicodemus and Wallacer,
Hashut's Blessing and Cornixt, Xander and AGPO-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Tallhat's birthday shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And dawi-zharr in Zharr-Naggrund now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Tallhat's day.